Ron stares at the ceiling above his bed with a mellow expression, breathing soft as he rummages through ideas in the back of his head. "Harry?", he asks suddenly.
The dark-haired boy glances up from the book in his hands, absentmindedly leafing through the pages, "Hm?" He finds the outline of Ron's figure in the dull light, half smiles and it almost reaches his eyes.
"What're you gunna do after we graduate, mate? I mean – I know you wanted to be an auror but not that V-voldemort's dead – oh hush, you – I wasn't so sure. Where do you think you're going to live?"
Harry blinked, of course he'd thought about it before but he'd never expected Ron to up and ask him anytime. "Well, I reckon I'll live in a nice muggle neighborhood, maybe in a different country. I don't to be around people who know me. Well, besides you, Hermione and them. But there's always the floo.", he nodded when he finished and looked back down at his book, looking like he wanted to say something more.
"I always figured I'd live with Hermione," Ron began, "But uh, look at how that turned out." Hermione had decided boys just weren't her thing. "Now I have no idea what I'm going to do, let alone where I'll live." He sighed.
His best friend had a quiet, thoughtful expression on his face. Harry scratched the back of his head and licked his lips, "Well, you know…" He hesitated, "You could always room with me. I mean, of course, if you don't mind a muggle neighborhood."
Ron sat up on the bed and cocked his head to the side, "Oh, yeah?"
Harry swallowed, "Yeah."
The redhead grinned, "Sounds ace to me." He reached out and grabbed Harry, pulling him onto the bed. Startled, the shorter boy gave him a funny look, rolling onto his side. Ron rested his head in the crook of Harry's neck, "Sounds ace to me." He whispered, warm breath brushing against the other's collarbone.